Meanwhile… 014
I'm not going to even embarrass myself by stating how many emails I have yet to read but probably should. Pi wouldn't even begin to cover it, though. Needless to say, I imagine my email accounts - if they were sentient (analytical intrusions notwithstanding) would be in a constant state of conniptions, not to mention digital constipation.
As reminded by my dear friend and former science teacher, Pi is actually 3.1415926535 and onwards if you’re so inclined to keep counting.
I’m sticking with this analogy because in all I only ever have 3 relevant emails at any given time that I read. All else beyond that decimal point is a game of mouse. No cat. Just a very bloated mouse… and a lot of emails I never delete.
I'm good at deleting spam, though. Both the email kind and the tinned variety by way of eating it. And don't make that face when I say I like Spam. Save that face for when I ever tell you about my other vices relating to food.
Remind me to tell you about "bin cake". Or don't.